The Awards Ceremony
I am practicing my acceptance speech.
Where should I start?
My secretarial years come to mind.
Saying yes sir,
when my mind shouted no way!
Making copies and copies of copies.
Copies at first on a jelly pan.
Big rollers spitting out paper.
Later, huge machines with coal dust on my hands.
Typing at machines that tolerated no errors,
using white paint and tiny papers to cover my sins.
I was called a Reproduction Specialist then.
How did I get from there to this stage,
holding this golden statue,
staring at all these celebrities?
On the red carpet,
the famous interviewer asked,
“Who are you wearing?”
I told him I was wearing En Croute,
a savory pastry crust with cut out tendrils,
twining flowers and leaves.
I told him I would never say yes sir again.
In fact, I told him,
the outfit I was wearing
invited them all
to bite me!